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Mid-December, and Christmas is approaching rapidly - I've posted everything that needs to be posted - or I hope I have. Whether they get to the recipients by Christmas… well, I hope they do. Or the parcels, anyway, and most of the cards; the two cards I posted yesterday probably won't, but it's too late to fret about that. I plan to make a gingerbread house again, but have no other cooking plans at all (as yet); it'll be a quiet Christmas.

For Star Wars fans - the story of one fan of the old, un-Special Edition version, and his quest to save them from George Lucas's second thoughts.

It's a story that raises interesting questions. Of course artists have the right to redo earlier works (da Vinci made at least two attempts at painting Madonna of the Rocks, for example) or change them significantly (there are so many examples of authorial rewrites!) or even to attempt to obliterate them (Nathaniel Hawthorne tried hard to make his first novel disappear). Works can be revamped or withdrawn after publication, no question. But it does feel queasily unfair to digitally obliterate actors who were in the first version - or come to that, to remove from public access the work of the pre-CGI special effects artists.

The year's end is approaching, too - and I'm being forced to concede in reviewing the year's reading that I probably never will finish Capital in the Twenty-First Century. On the other hand, I did finally read the Silmarillion and Les Misérables, so that's something. What big book should I read next year, people? Classic or new, fiction or not - I was pondering something about Shostakovich and the siege of Leningrad, if I can find it in a bookshop before this year's end. Does that sound good?

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General life:  This city is changing and modernising, and especially from a health and water supply POV, that's a good thing - new underground drains in places where there used to be some remnant open unlined drains, new gutters and pavings and so on.  But now on the trip to the post office, the way along the canal is blocked - in fact the canal itself is mostly covered over, now, and will probably be turning into a road. I can see the reasons for the change, but I miss the quiet and green of the hidden canal path that used to be.  
Other changing, in which I'm not seeing the good: there's building - a seven-storey building - going on over the laneway from me, and however amiable the builders (and they are!), I'm very unkeen, because there goes the view from the top-floor terrace, or the openness of that bit of sky - let alone the impact on the lane of twenty-odd new apartments'-worth of extra people in a crowded neighbourhood.  Oh, and there's currently a constant sense of fine grit in the air from construction dust.  (moanmoanmoan :(  )

Reading:
Not recommended reading, unless you want to get one dimmish sidelight on the UK Fabian Socialist group in the early twentieth century, is Hubert Bland's tedious, horribly self-satisfied Letters to a Daughter - he reveals himself as repressive and loathsome and to my mind creepily interested in micromanaging his daughter's lovelife, even to the extent of railing against her for mentioning her "favourite actor".  (The letters I take to be fictional, but his daughters were real.)  E. Nesbit had a lot to put up with.
Coming up, for reading: The Radetzky March - Joseph Roth. 

Writing: I'm having to backburner the story I was working on, pending further research.  Bother.  On the other hand, I spent part of a dullish seminar on Saturday roughing out a different story, so all is not lost. 
My NFE story has crawled finally past the hundred-viewings mark!  (I had some thoughts of posting here a link to a real-life, this-world illustration of the process outlined in that story, but - oh well - there's all too many of those. )  

Gratuitous extra bit:  best wishes for wisdom to prevail in the election, Canada! 


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Of course lots of NFE stories!  I'm a little more than half-way through read-and-reviewing, I think - of the main collection, anyway, and I'll post about that on the weekend, or just after.  And also of course I've been reading the last of the current bout of the infuriating genius Victor Hugo , who will get an entire post to himself next week sometime.  But also lots of other things, to wit:

- This story - true story report from the BBC - which seems like myth come to life - myth or ancient history: the woman who spins silk from the sea
"You have to be respectful to the place you live in. You are just passing by, these places are here to stay. And the sea has its own soul and you have to ask for permission to get a piece of it," she says. Her chant, which mixes ancient Sardinian dialect and Hebrew, echoes off the rocks.

- The Geography of Strabo, written a couple of millennia ago, which is a fascinating (but big) work, and as true, as reliable, as he could make it. )

- An article by Daniel Barrenboim (whom I admire very much) on Wagner, Israel and the Palestinians.

- An article considering the shifting significance of yoga in fiction - especially fiction outside India.  Orientalism to erasure?

- Caliban upon Setebos - I read this while in pursuit of some ideas raised by blueinkedpalm on LJ about exile.  And.... oh Robert Browning!  Are you being deliberately obscure?  (No, he's not.  He's an honest man, and that's just the way he talks.)  But I really did find it so convoluted that I had to put myself in a room by myself and read it all out loud to be sure I understood it all - and unexpectedly found myself asking:
"Why not make horny eyes no thorn could prick,
Or plate my scalp with bone against the snow,
Or overscale my flesh 'neath joint and joint
Like an orc's armour?"      

Whaaaaa...?  "Like an orc's armour?"  Tolkien?
  Is that you over there, cribbing ideas?

Speaking of whom, [personal profile] sally_maria  was recommending a LotR fanfic, which might be the next thing I launch into, when I finish the sumptuous banquet of the NFE.  Other recommendations (including for Old Major Lit) gladly accepted!




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It's been a busy weekend - opera, culinary triumph, further adventures with Victor Hugo...

The opera was on Saturday night - but was it really opera? )
But on to domestic arts! I'd decided (inspired by adaese :) ) to make a vegetarian kedgeree... )a vegetarian kedgeree... )a vegetarian kedgeree... )

Victor Hugo!
He does some great scenes!
and I have made progress on my NFE, of a sort - I've shifted the end-post closer, by simply cutting out some of the story. So I can feel that much closer to finishing. :)   Anxiety still gnaws, though.


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To amuse those of you who live where it really snows: the news story about snow falling in Hobart recently - even on the beach!  and some schools were closed, for a snow-day.  :) 

In delight that maybe only other Australians will follow: Bronwyn Bishop has resigned!  a blow against arrogance and corruption.  Just one blow - corruption is still around and corroding our political system, but still... this is good news.  It's also left our Prime Minister looking even more of a loose cannon - since he plainly didn't know how to handle the situation, at first making light of it, and then going to ground to avoid it. 
It wasn't giant corruption on a world scale - swanning around using taxpayers' money to bignote herself, and travel in luxury - but she's been riding for a fall with her blatant self-interest and partiality as Speaker, and I am very glad to see her go. 
There's other alarm bells in the story, too - why the Federal Police handed the matter over to the Department of Finance to investigate, and why the Department of Finance seem disposed to let her off the hook.  But for today, I'm glad she's gone as Speaker.

also in the category that this might only interest other Australians: I hope like mad that Adam Goodes returns next weekend and is met with sustained cheering.  I can't do a blinking thing about it, though, that I can think of.  Not all the opinions in the world (like this from the Age newspaper) can help unless the crowd themselves see themselves for what they are - racist and baying for blood.  Suggestions welcome.
(For non-Australians - Goode, a football player, has been booed incessantly whenever he takes the ground ever since he over-reacted badly to a young girl shouting abuse at him (she claims she didn't know it was racist, which I think is garbage, but irrelevant). The crowds have seized on this to boo him, allegedly because he was bullying to the girl, but... oh, come on!  They're not fooling anyone.)

Does this constitute a mass spoiler?  British academics come up with a formula to predict whodunnit in any Agatha Christie crime novel.

Great to see mangroves getting the attention they deserve!    They're the Puddleglums of the plant world - they don't look heroic, but they hang in there and achieve much, unsung.  (also: Sri Lanka has passed legislation preserving all of its remaining mangrove coasts.  Cheers!  \o/)

Les Miserables ground to a halt in last week's busyness, just as four young couples were spending a glorious holiday together around Paris -not just because of the busyness, but also because I could tell that this delicate happiness was not going to last - so I stopped to enjoy it before Hugo unleashes whatever mad dog/volcano/general depressing event he has planned.  The writing is amazing.  Here's one sentence about that idyllic holiday:
"That day was composed of dawn, from one end to the other."  

It's even more beautiful in French.  Not that I'm it reading in French! - just that that sentence was so stunning that I wanted to see how Hugo said it, which was:
"Cette journée-là était d'un bout à l'autre faite d'aurore."

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Here it is Monday morning, and I'm feeling mildly cheerful about productivity, having put the finishing touches to the footnotes on a due-today report before breakfast, and after having gone to morning exercises. 

However, getting to that stage did mean that I missed large lumps of the weekend, and hence am late in linking, for anyone who missed it, this wonderfully detailed fossil of a winged-and-feathered dinosaur (you can see the feathers!).  The wings have been judged too small to be effective for actual flight, but I'm imagining it could go as far as wing-assisted hops up into trees, like peacocks.

and as a follow-up to the link about bird and languages last time, it seems birds can also learn other bird languages - though only at the most basic level.  :)

The cricket has been being watched live in this house, thanks to the Indian internet - and lo! there was scored the first double century at Lords by an australian batsman since Bradman!  :)  I know this won't mean much to lots of you out there, but it's significant to australians anyway, since Bradman is a name to conjure with.  (Who reading this does know the name?)

In reading, I have begun Les Miserables, which I have never yet read - so far, just book one of the first volume, and the only main character has been the bishop, the one with the candlesticks, though Jean Valjean has yet to appear.  I felt Hugo was laying it on a bit thick to start with - I get it, I get it - the Bishop is a Good Man.  But in the end, it really is a very winsome portrait of goodness (leaving aside his treatment of the women of the house) - which is causing me to mull over the whole matter of the depiction of goodness in fiction - both nineteenth century and fan-.  How often is it attempted, how is it shown as interesting - or even exciting?  I don't think Dickens ever succeeds, does he?  There's Joe and Biddy in Great Expectations, of course.  Good but ineffectual.
(Mildly relevant quote from Simone Weil, more or less: 
“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring.
Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvellous, intoxicating.”
Hugo uses this section, though, to shoe-horn in several essays and reflections about the wrongs of the time (which are also wrongs of our own time).  I liked the essays and reflections, but they are very obviously primarily things he was determined to get into print somehow, whether it was part of the story or not - especially the long colloquy with the dying revolutionary.

as for my own writing:  I'm 500 words into an NFE possibility, without knowing if this is a story I really want to write or not, or if it's the one I'll end up writing, or if I'll end up throwing in the towel.  So far there's nobody particularly Good in it.
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I dreamed last night that I had agreed to write a story (not Narnia - SF, I think) and it was due in two days, and I was thinking, 'Oh yes, two days, I'd probably better start', and then thought 'Two days! Panic!' and woke myself up.  Which I suppose is just plain anticipation-anxiety for the NFE.  I finished writing a letter-to-the-writer, anyway.

But putting that aside for some inconsequential chat:

How about a dragon that switches from being male to being female?  Okay, it's the plain old ordinary lizard kind of dragon, and it changes very young, I think (I couldn't be absolutely certain from the article,apart from in the lab) but still it's "the first case of sex reversal seen in a terrestrial vertebrate in the wild".  So pretty impressive. :)

On the human-made side of things, I really like that the Forth Bridge has been named as a world heritage site.  I have a fondness for nineteenth-century bridges. No, maybe all bridges?  But the nineteenth-century engineering was something else again - just heroic!  Gritty, mathematical, groundbreaking in every single sense, and also playing mudpies/fort-building on a scale not seen since the pharaohs. 

In the world of reading, I've been rereading Kim, and debating with a couple of friends whether it is or isn't absolutely drenched in fairytale atmosphere.  (I'm on the yes side.  Opinions?  or opinions about Kipling himself, if you like.  He's a writer who breaks all the classifications, I think.)  
I've also been rereading, off and on, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, over at the NFFR site - where very interesting theories have emerged about Time and Winter, and much else.

In terms of future reading, a new Chalion-world novel - no, I see it's a novella - has emerged, with demon!  Well, there's an excerpt available for present reading, but in its entirety, it's future reading.  I hope it's good; I thought that The Hallowed Hunt was a bit over-reaching itself. (I was also narked by a character death which I just didn't want.)




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Because it came up in a conversation, I thought I would read The Ragged-trousered Philanthropist -- and now I'm three chapters in, but I don't think I can keep going. (This is pretty unusual for me - I've read to the end of all sorts of rubbish, let alone to the end of books which are known, and referred to in conversations - books whose titles people know, even if they haven't read the book.)
Well, but....
I had vaguely thought it would be a sort of barefoot philosopher book, with a side-serve of one-man revolution, showing people ways forward to rebuild things nearer to the heart's desire - something with hope in it, but it's not. It's a furiously angry, unremittingly miserable, slice-of-working-class-life book. (and the hero/author-insert's going to die, I can tell -- which isn't a spoiler because in the very first chapter it says "his complexion was ominously clear, and an unnatural colour flushed the thin cheeks" and you don't need to have read many pre-penicillin books to know what that means.) I don't think I can take so much aint-it-awful being ladelled into me without pause for breath.
It's interesting as being slice-of-life, of course, in showing all sorts of incidental details of the life of house-renovators' work-gangs in the early twentieth century - I liked finding them using a pump-action blow-torch to get the old paint off, for example, and the discussion of what's the bare minimum of furniture to have in a lodger's room (bedstand and mattress, cupboard and wash-stand; chest of drawers desirable but not absolutely essential). Dunno. I might struggle on with it.


NFE... once again, I am totally flummoxed by the sign-up form, let alone writing a Dear Writer letter. I haven't signed up yet. I've got till the end of the week, I think. (Encouragement welcome.)

On the more cheerful side, I saw a most beautiful near-conjunction of Venus and Jupiter last Thursday night, with a crescent moon on the other side of the sky. Very lovely in itself, and also great that the sky was clear to see it - of smog, I mean, not of cloud. The sky is definitely clearer here than it was some years back. Surprise - regulation of industrial chimneys has effect! (Yes, I know London discovered this years ago. :) Who's next?)
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Writing:  not at all.  :(

Reading:  Looking about for something undemanding, I picked up the no-magic-here fantasy Mistress Masham's Repose, by T H White, which, with its wildly Wicked Guardians harks  back to nineteenth-century satires of Gothic literature and also is in the line which later produced in The Hundred and One Dalmations, and Joan Aiken's Dido Twite (etc) books.  It's not exactly a "children's book" - it's more like one of those clever fairy-tales told to amuse sophisticated Louis XIV court circles, peppered with Bloomsbury/Cambridge-y injokes, very arch, mildly satirical, mildly upper-class liberal in tone - some good side-shots at colonialism and at bossy do-goodery.)  Overall - clever, well-written, nice central conceit.

It j
arred, though, when White carried on with the suave, delicately humorous "we all know these things" tone when making reference to a seventeenth-century treason trial (with all that implies :( ).

Oh, for goodness' s
ake! How large is "too large", Dreamwidth?

This entry truncated, in mounting frustration with this shoddy  (DW) site.  The rest of it is on LJ.

Why I didn't like the joke about the trial )
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I've been three weeks away, pretty much, during which I desperately tried (and failed) to get everything done back home - the businessy stuff and the self-care stuff and the family stuff and the friends stuff, and of course also failed completely to keep up with things happening on DW and LJ, or on fanfic places anywhere. Sorry if I've seemed to be ignoring everything; I'll be reading up on the journals I missed bit by bit this next day or so.
I did manage to put up a couple of stories into the Kangarooverse collection being curated by Syrena_of_the_Lake - a collection which grew from rthstewart's 3SF - and also to post on ffnet a story which had been put up on archiveofourown during NFE 2014, but have done nothing else fannish at all.

Unless re
ading three-quarters of The Man Who Loved Children by Christina Stead counts?  What a grim, fascinating (but very badly edited) novel that is!  I was reminded a lot of both Sons and Lovers (for the brutal hatchet-job anger at the father - but then there's lots of books running that line, I suppose) and of The Getting of Wisdom (for the prickly, uncomfortable young girl protagonist) - and was intrigued by the manipulative, combative, deadly earnest "playing" with language throughout - the book is in a sense about the intense power of language, especially in family power struggles.  But overall, it's a mess of a book, I thought - very ill-served by its editor(s)/publisher. 
Not th
at I have any right to be making a judgement, because I didn't finish it - I would have liked to, but there was just too much else going on.

postscript:  I tried to crosspost this to LJ - does
anyone know how come this feature - crossposting - doesn't work any more?

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I've been online less this last week or so, but I haven't been entirely idle!  I dyed some Easter eggs with onion skins,but for some reason am having great difficulty getting the picture of them loaded.  Sorry about that, especially to [personal profile] pulchritude , who wanted to know how onion-dyed eggs worked.

To rest my eyes from this laptop screen, I took up my unfinished winter knitting -- a very silly tea-cosy, inspired by my having remnants of grey and pink wool to use up, and by these birds.  (There's still a thread trailing, because I need to take it to the destined teapot before I'll be certain how much gap to leave for the handle and spout).  I think I'll call it The Galah in Triumph.

tea-cosy with galah


I h
ave many posts to catch upon, and I will today or tomorrow - and there's stories to read, too!  :)  Meanwhile, I've been  listening to an audiobook of The Three Mullah-Mulgars, about which more in another post, maybe.  Has anyone out there read it?

and despite reading less than usual, I have managed to accumulate some links:

W
ater...  sorely needed in these times some good news!  http://www.climatenewsnetwork.net/water-man-of-india-makes-rivers-flow-again

Language.... some very glum news, or news that must be glum for those involved in education in the UK, or for anyone who's tried to use Google translate.

and this last one which is about a fascinating but slowish way to furnish.

 

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Not a long post from me today; I'm still being frugal with screen time.  So just a round-up of a few things I've found interesting lately.

Here's one
about legends being true!  One legend, anyway.

I don't rec
all where I came across it, but I liked this blog post about the use, especially in political press releases, of the word "cost".   (I feel very crabby about how the word "reform" is used, too.)

I like dyed E
aster eggs!   We do ours with onion skins - is anyone else dyeing or painting them? 

This
article was part of autism awareness day, and is pleasant in terms of the father's calm, easy relationship with his son. But I was narked by the father's hint that it was random nearby women who should have been responsible for general awareness of what was happening:  "Maybe we need more netball mums - where was she when Freddie decided to do his first public art installation?"
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It's all [personal profile] rthstewart 's fault, said [personal profile] autumnia  (here), and indeed it is!  meaning, the ever-evolving three-sentence ficathon, place of wonders and many, many bypaths.  I'm not quite keeping up, but then I don't think anybody is keeping up totally.  I'm about to head out for the day, but I'll try to get to properly  reading through this evening.

I've posted fourteen fills, of which four are arguably Narnian, and two are distinctly Tolkien, and one is a crossover of the two, but I've also had great fun with older fictions of various sorts, and new fandoms that I don't really know, and in general have been feeling again the fun side of writing, and a sense of community at play.  :)  I'll post them on aO3 (and linkto this journal) when the weekend is done, and the reading/writing/posting slows down for the working week, before next weekend's probable new flurry of additions.  :D  

Meantime, thank you, Ruth, and everybody, for it all - not just the prompts and great ficlets, but also the way it leads to undiscovered books and tales, by way of prompts unknown - such as the book The Leaky Establishment, which I'd never heard of, and which sounds a must-read, and the Czech Cinderella version called Three Hazelnuts for Cinderella, which has set my mind off running after all the stories of women using nuts (mostly hazelnuts?) to solve dilemmas.  (Does anybody have any of these? - I know of another Cinderella-ish one, and Kate Crackernuts, but I'm sure I've read more... )  and the opening up of new fandoms of things I've read or seen, but never, never thought of writing in!  (Bertie Wooster!  terrifying Greek myth! pictures!!)

The Fairy-feller's Master-stroke

and on a quieter note, [community profile] halfamoon has come to an end.  I don't feel I ever quite connected with what was going on, but I managed to post a single story, and then at the last minute posted as well a list of those stories from NFE 2014 which were specifically female-centric. 



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Politics... feels like the only game in town sometimes.  But though Australians find our domestic shenanigans enthralling (the NT! the return of Pauline Hanson, maybe!  the PUP's non-eligible candidate!) I'll leave them be, and speak more fannishly for now.

Reading for the week:
a. My Life and Times - by Jerome K. Jerome -  picked up just because it came my way.  Rambling and anecdotal, but offering great glimpses of the England of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, including the literary and theatrical worlds.  It also surprised me with an impassioned condemnation of horrific cruelties in the American south - it gives a new view of literary England of those times to realise that this stomach-churning stuff was known.  And there's a different view of WW1, with his service as an ambulance driver with the French.  Not exactly recommended, but  a great source  for period detail.

b. Falling Free -  by Los McMasters Bujold - a very engineery-technical Vorkosigan world story.  No Vorkosigans in it, though; it's about a group of genetically modified humans, bred to be a useful zero-gravity (and zero-payment) workforce, and of course about justice and prejudice, and deftly written.

Fannish, but not reading:  Have I mentioned that I've been watching Sinbad, thanks to [personal profile] muccamukk, who is running a watch-through of it ?  It's familyish adventure - with intermittent violence by swords and sorcery - episodic, with a long-story arc continuing throughout.  It's visually lovely - lots of sea and sunshine and wonderful faces and bodies - and sometimes no  sense at all in the plots, and very challengeable sets and costuming, but ah- who needs to be a dull and picky viewer?  It's vibrant, lightish television.

And I've been looking at halfamoon, but so far have posted nothing.   Would just a fragment do, I wonder? 

And now the A key as well as the space bar is giving trouble, making it a real chore to type.  : (  I'll go to bed. 
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First up: stay warm, all friends in snowy, snowy places!  :)

And ..things I've been reading, this past week

I am slogging on with My Name is Red, by Orhan Pamuk.  It's an interesting, but for me, distinctly not an easy read - I'm not sure how much this is because it's culturally a jump for me - it's sixteenth-century Ottoman Empire, in the lives and concerns of miniaturists, painting/illuminating those glorious manuscripts of tales.  So far - I'm just over halfway through - I haven't felt the utterly compelling sense of involvement in the lives of the characters which is one thing I enjoy in reading.  Maybe it's not what the writer is wanting to produce, though?  Lots of it is philosophical, thinking about art and artifice and theology - it's set as Islam begins to edge towards (if I'm reading correctly - much ignorance here) the strong anti-depiction theology of today.  And that sort of thinking-through of values and changes is also something I enjoy a lot in reading; and that part is starting to grip.

Thanks to the post three lines from three WIPs meme, I have found my way to a whole new story-cycle by [personal profile] cofax7  - it's a combination of two fandoms I don't know, taking the protagonists of Supernatural, and putting them in a world known as Riderverse from novels by  CJ Cherryh. Rivetting!

Other reading:  The Railway Navvies: a history of the men who made the railways, by Terry Coleman.  I enjoyed this very much as a connector, linking the construction of railways in Britain with many things, like parallel European works and the Crimean War.  For example, it was the brilliant intervention of the railway baron,Morton Peto, who more or less pulled the British army from total disaster in the Crimea,by getting built (at cost) a railway to get supplies through;  Army officers were astonished at the speed, skill and cohesion of the workforce (all volunteers -paid,but not drafted).  It's popular history, not academic history, and won't be much new to any historian out there, but they're not in the general memory - or at least, they weren't in mine!  It's not terrific in terms of reliability - he is a little bit fast-and-loose with his sources - e.g. one source which he quotes as being about pipe-smoking among the navvies turns out on investigation to be about pipe-smoking among the women in the navvy community (not labourers - family).  But I thought it was great as a thought-provoker and for lots of sidelights on social history.  :)

also, come across by chance on the internet: an interesting paper called "Omitted from History: Women in the Building Trades" by Linda Clarke and Chris Wall, which gives details of legislation and actual figures of women involved in these trades in England over several centuries. Some of their sources are secondary, e.g. they bring from someone called Snell, the info that "in the southern counties of England between the seventeenth and nineteenth centuries... 34% of parish apprentices were girls, who were apprenticed in 51 occupations including as bricklayers, carpenters, joiners and shipwrights".  But some are primary, such as the London 1841 Census figures.  All of which I found very interesting, though I have no particular use for it.  :)

editing to add:  And I made another ghastly bish-up trying to to get the neat link to [personal profile] cofax7 .  :(   Thanks to [personal profile] lady_songsmith  for bailing me out!

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Today is the day which was set for the re-hearing of the case of Irom Sharmila Chanu, imprisoned and force-fed since 2000 for her hunger-strike protest against the dangerous and damaging Armed Forces (Special Powers) Act, 1958.   I can't see anything on the internet about what's happening, but if any of you have any spare prayers, or good thoughts (or even political influence!) to throw in, now would be a good time. 

editing to put in these just-arrived links.  Her release has been ordered.  As alocal Amnesty Internation director says:
“The judgement must end the farcical cycle of arrest and re-arrest that this brave activist has faced for so long. Authorities must not detain Irom Sharmila again, but engage with the issues she is raising.”

http://www.firstpost.com/india/manipur-court-orders-release-irom-sharmila-2059387.html
http://www.wsj.com/articles/court-orders-release-of-indian-activist-irom-sharmila-chanu-1421917426


And here, it's the run-up to Tet - there's only one more full moon left in the Year of the Horse, and then it will be the Year of the Goat.  Shops are starting to fill with Tet-related food gifts, people are bustling around getting their houses clean or fixed or painted, ads on television are taking on a family-reunion feel - and work is starting to (in some cases) slow down, because once Tet hits, nothing much will happen for days.

Meanwhile, a few odds and ends:

I was sorry to read that this innocent and seldom-seen creature, lost, and way out of its depth, has been labelled as "terrifying", purely because it is in the journo's eyes, "deeply unpleasant to look at'?   ("out of its depth" in that it is usually found in much deeper waters - far too deep to be any threat to human beings.)

LJ user asakiyume  (and several other frequenters of these boards) has an e-book in this story-bundle!  The set looks fabulous, and includes several award-winning writers.  Go, indie publishers!   \o/

And just to round off the post, my earnest slog through a serious grown-up's book, the Nobel-prize-winning My Name is Red, is starting (at 120 pages in) to pay off.  I still don't care much about who murdered Elegant (not a spoiler - he starts off dead) nor about the tangled love lives of the widow (if she is a widow) and her suitors, but it  did start to feel interesting about the conflict between art as worship and (Western?) individualism. :)  More reports later on; it's quite a long book!
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So, this helps explain why my internet access has been running so slow all week.  (Though the clip of the shark gnawing a cable is just  from the files, not this week's actual damage being done.)   I've been running slow myself, and the two of us combined - me and the internet - have made the week a wonder of non-productivity.

On the other hand, I did manage some reading - more Vorkosigan, and more George MacDonald (Phantastes, which I didn't think highly of) and the beginning of Ovid's Metamorphoses, which wasn't what I was expecting at all. I thought it would be shortish and made up of disconnected stories involving transformations of people into laurel trees, or deer, mostly as a result of sexual entanglements with the gods.  But it turns out to be (so far) a long (fifteen books!) history of the whole mythological world, beginning with
the creation )
(which was fascinating enough in itself - why did Ovid think the world had two poles, north and south?) 
and ending, I gather, though it's fourteen books away, with Aeneas and the founding of Rome.

Two shorter stories from the internet, though.  One rather moving story - of the respect paid by a Japanese family, over 140 years, to the burial place of a total stranger. 

And one account of an amulet from the sixth century, showing how religions and myths cross over and shift and emerge in new forms, to the tsk-tsk of those expert in classical forms, who are certain that the artist simply Got It Wrong.

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A signal boost for a thunderclap!

AD2-cover-front

Athena's Daughter's 2 is a fantasy and sci-fi anthology about diverse women written by diverse women - boy,is it diverse!  Maze running executioners, menopausal super heroes, psychic scientists, precog nuns, sentient crows . . .   it sounds brilliant!  And this post is about is a chance for those with better social media connections than I have to use their blogs, Tumblr, Facebook, or Twitter to support it. 

It's being published by Silence in the Library publishing, and now -- over this next week - is the time to spread the word about it.  In any way, including word of mouth, but this post is about using social media in particular -- if you sign up, on December 16, you'll be part of the Thunderclap that spreads the word about the anthology through those avenues, which will be great to be a part of, and to watch how it spreads.  

Here's the link again, now that you've read what it's about. :)    Thunderclapfor Athena's Daughters 2.

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Life has been very full-on lately, and I have a rotten cold, moan, moan, and I haven't done much reading.  But I've finished Lilith, anyway.     
Lengthy thoughts on Lilith, with spoilers. ) 


And have also been considering various aspects of Narnia with transposable_element, on a 2013 DW thread here.The talk was getting rather squashed up, so I relocated the discussion here, on the very , very quiet NFFR_Forum board.  Currently - did Lewis make Peter too good?  All discussers welcome!



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Well... an action-filled week!  For a start, with the help of about a cup of talcum powder (Yardley's English Rose, as it happened), one humane catch-and-release trap, four not-at-all-humane other traps and several nights' anxious watchfulness, the Visitant is out of our lives.  Out of his own life, too, poor little beast.  :(  But so it goes, and if he hadn't been too clever for the humane trap, he might even now be disporting himself along the banks of the canal.

And a burst of urgenturgenturgent work, and continuing nibbles at Lilith.  I think I have now met the title character - an unnamed but clearly significant spirit-woman is about, tall and fair and inimical, and suffering a mysterious pain.  The book itself... it is feeling very patchy, with lots of stray ends so far left hanging (but I am not even half-way through).  What with the protagonist having begun by heading through a looking-glass, it could be seen as Heironymus Bosch in Wonderland - it's also rather like what Dante's Purgatorio would be like without Virgil, and on a plain, not up a mountain.  (No explanations for anything, and there's not nearly the sense of direction that a mountain ascent gives -at least not so far.)  I did enjoy the encounter with the married skeletons, though.

And this is old news now, a couple of weeks back, but I was glad that the man who made a video advising other men to harass and abuse women --who runs seminars advising other men to harass and assault women --  was shut out of all venues in Melbourne and his visa revoked.
Cheers for the women of Melbourne, and their supporters, and for the Police Commissioner there, who called it for what it was, and for the Immigration Minister who acted.  (Truly, anyone who hasn't seen the gone-viral video made of one of these seminars -- that one was targeted at advising American men to assault Japanese women --  it was ... rotten, rotten stuff.)



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